Happy Winter Solstice! The shortest day of the year is one of my favorite days. Not because of the fact that this is the shortest day or that tomorrow we will "gain" one minute of daylight. It is hard to describe the reasons why this day brings with it a sense of joy, of new beginnings. Could it be a connection I feel, a kinship, with the ancients who celebrated the shortest day of the year. I posted about this one year ago today.
In celebration of the Winter Solstice I share with you a poem and wish for you joy on this cold winters evening.
Just Delicate Needles
It's so delicate, the light.
And there's so little of it. The dark
Just delicate needles, the light,
in an endless night.
And it has such a long way to go
through such desolate space.
So let's be gentle with it.
So it will come again in the morning.
Translated by Robert Hedin
Copper Canyon Press
Photography and post with the exception of poem, Just Delicate Needles,
copyright by Cindy Bergeron Scherwinski